Please stop telling me, “one day you’re gonna miss all this.” I know that. I’ve even written a blog post about it. But that phrase doesn’t help me now. 

It doesn’t help me when I’m walking around the house at the end of the day and picking up every toy the girls own from the floor, scraping dried on food from plates and forks, begging one to go to sleep already, all after (what feels like) hours of begging both of them to eat their dinner.

I am falling head-over-heels, crazy in love with the book of Acts. I am enjoying savoring this book verse by verse, slowly and deliberately. I am itching to write some blog posts about it but I can't seem to calm down enough to out "pen to paper." I'm working on it. In the meantime, I'd like to share this printable with you. Download below and frame it!! 

There is power in a name and the name of Jesus is the most powerful. It took boldness for the early church in Acts to speak it, but they did. They spoke when they were commanded not to, They spoke it when they were arrested. They spoke it when they were threatened. They spoke it when they were killed.

They lived, breathed, and died by that name. This name. the name above any other, Jesus Christ of Nazareth. Son of the Living God.

I plan to write more about "the Name" next week. For now, click the image above and download the free printable as a reminder.

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I am sending my love to all of you.
May you be brave.
             May you be bold.
​                            May you speak "The Name." 

~Amy

This is not a blog post. I repeat...this is not a blog post.

This is one Mama who had her first day of first days dropping her baby off for pre-school. This is my baby, people! My she-was-just-born, I-swear-she-can't-be-this-big baby!

I know, I know...it's only two days per week and it's only for the mornings...

And I'm OK. I really am. She did great too. NO tears were shed!! 

I'm just so proud. So very proud of my baby/big girl.

Are you getting to know Him? Are you able to love Him more today than yesterday? What are you going to do today to get to know Him better?

Maybe you don't know where to start. That's OK. Let me help. I want nothing more than for each of you reading this to know your Lord.

Message me or ask below. I'd love to help.

Today I sang Jesus Loves Me to my smallest. It was nap time and I was rocking and she was sleepy and I was worn out and she was fussing and I was fed up. She didn’t like my singing at first, but I kept on going until she quieted down and started to doze in my arms.

Then I kept singing. I couldn’t help it. I sang the familiar words and had to choke back the emotion. Sometimes the simplest of phrases can turn you inside out. Holding on for dear life is what I’ve been doing today and to simply say the words “Jesus loves me” was healing.

But the power isn’t in the words; it’s in the truth. It. Is. True. Jesus loves me. Many of us know it but we forget it.

He loves me. When I feel unlovable. He loves me when I am impossible. He loves me when I can’t love in return. He loves me when I feel abandoned. He loves me when I feel alone.

And alone I have felt today. Today, I could happily list off the people who love me dearly but when I looked around they weren’t there. Of course, they couldn’t be; they all have good reasons. But, nevertheless, I felt the unsettling feeling of being lonesome. Alone in a sea of people. Alone with two small humans who never leave me alone.

But when I sang the words “Jesus loves me” I believed it. I believe it.
And even if I couldn’t list off all the people that love me, even if no one in the world really did, He would. HE would love me. He does.

He loves me…even when I feel unlovable.
He loves me…even when I am lonely.
He loves me…even when I don’t feel it.
He loves me…even when I am worn out and fed up.
He loves me. Period. The end.
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If you feel worn out, fed up, unloved, and alone sing it with me…
Jesus loves me, this I know!